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Rocket Woman — Red Purgatory

Riding out the Mars blues.

The rocks are red the fields are cold as hell. I miss my home I miss the sights and smells. Our atmosphere chamber can’t…

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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